I was seeing Dr. #4 in my quest to find out why my right arm kept aching and hurting.
So far, I had spent about $2,000 and been to my primary physician, a neurosurgeon, a neurologist and now this sports medicine guy.
I had undergone an MRI, a mammogram, a painful nerves test and a series of prolonged question-and-answer along with "Does this hurt?" probe sessions trying to root out the problem.
I figured it was old age, arthritis or a combination of the two.
I also figured I'd be told to take two aspirin and go to bed.
On the other hand I wanted pertinent information as to the future.
What would I have to give up?
It showed some bone spurs and some degeneration that eventually would be a real problem if I insist on getting older.
In the meantime, he thought a Cortizone shot and some babying of my shoulder and arm would be in order.
He prepared the arm for the shot, swabbing my skin.
"So Doctor, can I still Jet-ski and ride roller coasters?" I warbled.
He swung around to look me straight in the eyes.
He smiled slightly and said, "Now, did you really ask me that?
"Really?" he repeated. "What do you think my answer would be?"
I was taken aback.
"Well," I said. "I mean how dangerous is it? A little dangerous, completely crazy, what?"
He shook his head.
"Let me put it this way. We can fix a few things here, make some repairs. But we can't go back in time and make things like they were 40 years ago.
"I just don't know why anybody would consider Jet-skiing in your situation."
I guess that means no, right?